Chapter 522: Controlling Swords and Water

In the air, the two sword beams collided for thousands of times in the blink of an eye. In the lightning sword beams, the flickering human figure could hardly be seen.

On one side, the sea roared, and the waves crashed against the shore.

On the other side, the purple air was dense and overlapping, and the raging waves seemed to have spread into the vast mountains and rivers, and soon diluted to only a trickle.

Every time Wang Daoning competed with Cui Wenjing, he felt that he had nowhere to exert his strength. The two sides were a bit of a natural enemy, so he was always inferior to Cui Wenjing in the ranking of the Book of Chaos.

It is not that softness overcomes hardness... Cui Wenjing is not soft either.

He is vast, with purple air filling the mountains and rivers, and a magnificent atmosphere.

Wang Daoning has always found it difficult to understand why a person who is full of family can have such a vast sense of mountains and rivers, but these two contradictory points seem to be very harmonious when placed on Cui Wenjing. He is such a contradictory person.

Because of this, the sword intent that looked like the true master of Qinghe Sword still could not be recognized by Qinghe Sword. In the eyes of the sword spirit, it was ambiguous.

But whether the sword spirit recognized it or not, it was meaningless. The Qinghe Sword had been robbed of half of its energy by Xia Longyuan, and the sword spirit's sleep was mostly due to force majeure. And his Zhenhai Sword had been replenished with energy from the sea clan and had been completely restored - perhaps Cui Wenjing would think that Zhenhai Sword might not be Zhenhai Sword now, but Wang Daoning knew it was still.

The vast purple air gradually began to ripple, as if it was a little overwhelmed.

"With the vast mountains and rivers, the raging sea tide... Wenjing, have you ever thought that the sea is actually more vast than the land? It seems to be restrained, but when the strength is different, you will be completely overwhelmed and drowned."

The Zhenhai Sword seemed to be advancing slowly in front of Cui Wenjing at an extremely slow speed, so slow that the carvings and inscriptions on the sword body could be seen, and every word was clear.

But in Cui Wenjing's eyes, there was no sword in front, and no Wang Daoning.

It was like standing alone on a crumbling reef, facing a huge wave that was a hundred feet high. It seemed to be slowly pushing in from a distance, but it was unavoidable and overwhelming.

"Your practice has also improved, and it is not entirely dependent on the Zhenhai Sword... No wonder you are so confident." Cui Wenjing's eyes were neither sad nor happy: "But Cui is not standing still."

A little purple light appeared in the raging waves. At first glance, it was extremely faint, but a little light penetrated the raging waves and broke through. The raging waves could not dissolve this little fluorescence.

Wang Daoning's pupils shrank: "You have reached this realm..."

"Also."

The raging waves suddenly turned into a very thin line, like the distant horizon, the boundary between the sea and the sky.

"Ding!" The tips of the two swords collided, and both sides were shocked, bleeding from the corners of their mouths, and flew back.

The two people at the bottom of the Tianbang actually saw the threshold of the Yujing.

Even if the Zhenhai Sword was restored, Wang Daoning could borrow more power from the magic sword than Cui Wenjing's Qinghe Sword, but both were still injured!

The ranking of the Heavenly Ranking was correct.

But Wang Daoning suddenly grabbed in the air with his left hand while flying back.

Cui Wenjing was only slightly injured and was recovering his disordered internal breath. Suddenly, his whole body tightened, and the blood seemed to be drained in the direction of the previous overflow. He spurted out blood again and fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, and blood was spilled in the sky.

He couldn't even hold the long sword in his hand, and fell down.

Cui Wenjing couldn't even pick up the sword. He tried his best to suppress the surging blood that kept being used, and whispered: "Inducing water in the human body... This is not a skill of the Wang family, or even a skill of this world. It is indeed a sea clan..."

"Sorry, Wenjing." Wang Daoning stopped falling backwards, shot forward in the air, and stabbed with a sword.

Cui Wenjing smiled.

The Wang family has the secret skills of the sea clan, how could he not guess it? I don't know how many ancient books he has read and how many secret preparations he has made in these days. He can't break it, but he shouldn't be beaten so miserably as he is now, as if he is unprepared, and even loses his sword.

When Wang Daoning thought he could win, the Qinghe Sword that seemed to fall down suddenly flew back silently and rushed straight to Wang Daoning's back!

This is not done by the sword spirit of the Qinghe Sword... This is Cui Wenjing flying the sword!

"Pah!" Wang Daoning penetrated with a sword, and Cui Wenjing closed his palms, allowing the sword energy to pass through his body, and clamped the Zhenhai Sword tightly.

Wang Daoning's heart was full of alarm. He knew that something was attacking him from behind, but he was reluctant to abandon his ancestral sword for a while. He hesitated for a moment, and lost the chance to abandon the sword and dodge. He twisted his body awkwardly while holding the sword, and the Qinghe Sword pierced through his right ribs and returned to Cui Wenjing's hand.

Cui Wenjing took the sword, fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, and laughed.

Everything was as expected. For people from aristocratic families, everything else was easy to deal with, but losing the ancestral sword was as painful as losing one's life. Wang Daoning was reluctant to abandon the sword immediately, just as he could not imagine that he would actually throw away the ancestral sword on his own initiative.

In fact, he was not much better. In the end, he still had to get the sword back, otherwise he would not be at peace even if he died.

This result of the battle was just as it should be.

He had no resistance anymore, and Wang Daoning still had the strength to give him another sword. But he was also seriously injured and it was unlikely that he would attack Puyang again. He had to go back immediately to heal his wounds and cultivate himself... The next thing would depend on his children...

Wang Daoning covered his rib injury and shook his head. He admired his old friend's calculation and determination. He flew down with a sword: "Wen Jing, I'm sorry."

At this moment, his heart suddenly jumped and he looked south in horror.

The evil spirit surged in the sky, and the sky was dyed with blood. Just looking from a distance made people feel terrified.

It was as if the power of a ferocious beast from the ancient times fell from the sky, and the dark red blood wave arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Wang Daoning slashed with his sword at high speed, but unfortunately he was also badly injured at this moment. The blood wave broke open, and the evil spirit was hard to dissipate, rushing towards him. Even if he used the energy to protect his body in time, he was still torn apart by blood and flesh, and it was miserable.

Now the injuries of Cui Wang and others were almost the same...

This is definitely a blow close to the realm of control. Which Tianbang is here to pick peaches?

Wang Daoning tried to look over, and a big man holding a broadsword ran all the way: "Fuck you, you hurt my father-in-law, don't go!"

... Zhao Changhe? How did he make that blow just now?

Wang Daoning could almost see Cui Wenjing, who was lying on the ground, grinning, and his mouth was almost grinning to his ears.

Damn it.

The most annoying thing is that he really has to leave now, otherwise the Book of Chaos might flash "Cui Wenjing and Zhao Changhe join forces to kill Wang Daoning in Puyang"... No. Wang Daoning was about to turn around, but suddenly stopped.

Zhao Changhe should be killed here, otherwise Zhaoling will not be his opponent in the future.

With a flash of thought, Zhao Changhe has already rushed over, leaped, and slashed wildly with his broadsword: "Die!"

A transparent water-like shadow suddenly emerged from behind Wang Daoning, and a palm silently hit Zhao Changhe's chest.

Cui Wenjing shouted: "Be careful!"

A dragon-shaped fist shadow suddenly descended from the sky, fiercely hitting the water-shaped shadow.

Wang Daoning was shocked: "Xia Longyuan!"

Zhao Changhe had no time to care about Wang Daoning anymore, and he pounced hard, holding Cui Wenjing and flying away from the fist force range.

"Boom!" The earth-shaking explosion resounded through the space.

Zhao Changhe was unable to completely avoid the energy aftermath, and was blasted out and rolled several times before stopping. He turned his head and coughed, and the river bank plain was smashed by this blow, revealing a deep pit of dozens of feet.

Wang Daoning had disappeared, and the water-shaped shadow was nowhere to be found.

Looking down at his father-in-law in his arms, his face was as pale as gold paper and he was completely unconscious.

Zhao Changhe panted for a long time, then suddenly jumped up and pointed to the sky: "Old Xia, I'm fucking you, you were watching the battle here, but you just sat there and watched Old Cui die? When you saw the sea tribe appear, you rushed to attack, regardless of whether you would accidentally hurt them. Do you think you are very cool? Others are protecting your kingdom, your kingdom!"

The air was quiet, and no one responded for a long time.

At the same time, three thousand Blood God cultists appeared on the periphery of the battlefield. Wang Zhaoling, after consideration, had no intention of fighting and led the crowd to retreat.

Cui Yuanyong opened the city gate and led the light cavalry to chase after them. After a chaotic battle, the two sides withdrew.

The first battle of the Wang family's rebellion was a failure.